Published: September 16th 2022, 7:22:54 am
I came out of the shower to the smell of bacon frying.
"Mmmm! Smells good!" I said to myself, wearing my towel to the kitchen.
"Hey, bud," said Jake as I walked in and sat down at the kitchen table. "Feeling better?"
"Yeah, actually," I said. "Now that I'm clean and dry."
"Good," he said, nodding. I caught him glancing over at me a few times as he fried up the eggs and finally spoke up.
"What's up, man? Why do you keep looking at me like I have something on my face?" He shook his head.
"Oh, it's nothing it's just..."
"What?"
"I'm not use to seeing you in just a towel, that's all."
"Hey," I said. "My boys were trapped all night. Just let me enjoy the freedom!" I said, jumping up and thrusting my hips in the air.
"Shut up, you dork!" He said, laughing. "Sit down. Breakfast is almost ready."
"Heh, thanks," I said. Having made my point, I could sit down with satisfaction.
"So," he said, once he plated the bacon and eggs. "You gonna dry out the mattress today?"
"Yeah, guess I'm gonna have to," I said. "Uh... how am I gonna do that?"
"Heh. I'll set the box fan up beside it and stand it up on its side," he said, smiling softly.
"It's not funny," I said, crossing my arms.
"I'm not laughing at you, bud," he said, still smiling. "It's cute."
"It's not cute!" I said, double crossing my arms.
"Aww, now he's pouting" he said, his grin growing.
"Stop teasing me!" I said. "You big bully!" I stuck my tongue out, trying not to grin myself.
"Baby's first bedwetting," he cooed, batting his eyes.
I squealed, hiding my face in my hands.
"You sure you still want to be wearing a towel?" he asked, and I looked down at my lap.
"Oops!" I said, quickly covering myself up.
"Guess somebody likes to be teased, huh?"
"Shut up," I mumbled, my face red. I decided it was easier to stuff my face full of eggs than to try and talk my way out of this. All the while, I kept on hand over my tenting towel until my pecker calmed down. By that time I had moved on to the bacon, but the conversation was still on my mind. Why had I gotten hard, anyway? All he did was call me cute... annnd there it went again. I had to cover myself up. Again.
"What's got you so excited today?" He asked, gathering up both our plates.
"No idea," I said. He grinned.
"Let's get your bed all dry, buddy. It'll take all day to dry but if we start now, it'll be ready by bedtime, and you won't have to sleep with your roomie again."
"Thank goodness," I said, grinning at him. "Though it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world..."
"Really?" he asked, pausing. "Well, alright."
"Why are you grinning?" I asked, noting the extra pep in his step.
"No reason," he said. "Let's hurry up and get that bed dry, mmkay?"
"Yeah, sure..."
It must have been quite the ego boost to hear that, even though I knew we were both straight. It was just, I don't know, comforting to sleep with him like that. It was something I wasn't used to, but he made it feel normal. Not like something that was completely repulsive, as I imagined my next date might do.
"Thanks," I said, as we set the box fan up to blow on the mattress. That would be enough to dry it out.
*****
By the end of the day, the mattress was pretty, dry. However...
"Aww, man! It smells like pee!" I said, frowning at the big stinky yellow stain on my mattress.
"Sorry bud," Jake said, patting my back. We had come to check the mattress a few times throughout the day, hoping the smell would go away, but it didn't.
"It's okay," he said. "You can sleep with me again."
"I'm sure you're absolutely distraught." I replied, rolling my eyes. "Let me guess. I'm going to need to wear a diaper again, huh?"
"Better safe than sorry," he said. "I also have the mattress protector, which by the way you should have on your bed from now on."
"Yeah, yeah." I said, shuffling off to his room.
"Don't worry," he added, putting an arm around my shoulder as we walked. "We'll see if we can get that smell out tomorrow."
This bed project went on for the rest of the week. First we tried baking soda paste, but that just made the bed goopy. Then we tried vinegar, but the bed just smelled like salad with pee. Eventually, I had to give up and buy a whole new mattress, which meant a whole nother week of waiting. And every night I wore a diaper to bed and cuddled with my roomie. And every morning, I woke up soaked. It wasn't fair!
I banged my fists on the bed as I sat there after a whole two weeks of peeing myself every night.
"It's okay, bud," he said, rubbing my back. "Lot's of people wet the bed."
"It's not okay," I whined. "I don't."
"Uh, hate to break it to you buddy," he said, looking me dead in the eye. "You kinda do."
"Ugh. I do don't I."
"Yup. You do. And the sooner you accept it, the better off you'll be."
I sighed. "Ugh. Really?"
"Really. Now say it with me..." He took up my hand, and I groaned.
"Are we really doing this?"
"I'm a bedwetter. Say it. Go ahead."
"I- I'm a... oh, I can't say it." I was blushing fiercely trying to get the words out. I really didn't want to get the words out.
"Come on. You can do it. Say I'm a bedwetter." He was patient, but insistent, and soon I caved and blurted out the words. "There," he said. "That's better. Isn't that better?"
"I don't know," I said. "Can I take my shower now?"
"Sure thing," he said, standing up. "I'll leave you to it." He turned to leave, but stopped. "Oh, but, uh... since you were good and admitted you were a bedwetter, I guess I can let you in on a little secret..."
"Oh? What's that?"
"A wet diaper makes a perfect pocket pussy in the morning. All you gotta do is rub it and toss it."
"W-what?!" I yelled, blushing.
"You never tried to rub your diaper before after it's wet?" he asked, looking like he didn't quite believe me. But I really hadn't. "Oh, well," he said, shrugging and walking away.
I sat there a few seconds longer, playing over the ridiculous of it all in my head. There was no way I would ever do that. Not in a diaper. Then, I gave it a feel, just out of curiosity. Uh oh. It felt good. Like really good. I decided to rub it some more. And after that, there was no going back. Jacking off in a diaper was part of my morning routine, just as putting one on was part of my nighttime routine.